#drunk liam

apparently i am obsessed with drunk liam, so here is liam drunkenly texting theo (i actually have two versions of this but haven't decided which one to finish, so all volunteers please come forward to help me decided lmao)

Theo didn’t bother responding. Instead, he grabbed his phone and unlocked it, expecting something urgent—maybe Liam’s parents asking him to pick something up or a last-minute emergency with the pack.

What he saw made him pause.

Liam [11:43 pm]: hey thwo

Liam [11:44 pm]: theoooooo

Liam [11:47 pm]: gas station is borinh. bet u wish u were here insted ;)

Liam [11:48 pm]: you knw

Liam [11:48 pm]: ur like really hot

Liam [11:49 pm]: like not normal hot but HOT hot. like chimera hot

Liam [11:51 pm]: thewwwo dont ignore me :(((

Liam [11:52 pm]: also

Liam [11:53 pm]: gonna wife u up lololol imagine u n me married i’d make the BEST husband. sooooo loyal

Theo froze, staring at his screen. Liam was drunk—obviously—but still. His heart thumped in his chest as he reread the messages, unsure what to think, let alone how to respond.

Theo could handle a lot of things. Surviving the Dread Doctors had hardened him against most surprises. But nothing in his nightmare training had prepared him for his crush-slash-situationship sending him drunken texts about how loyal he’d be as a husband.

Buzz

hope you like it!!!

🍹 — Drunk Texting

“Eat,” Theo said, handing him the juice. “And hydrate before you actually explode.”

Liam took it with a defeated sigh, still avoiding Theo’s eyes. Sipping it, he had to admit that the juice helped and already made him feel better. He was just eyeing the bacon when Theo cleared his throat, making Liam look up.

“You’re a very affectionate drunk, you know that?”

Liam promptly choked on the juice and spilled the rest of the glass all over himself. 

“Jesus Christ—” he coughed, grabbing the hem of his shirt and dabbing frantically at the mess. It didn’t help at all. His face had already been red from embarrassment before, but now it was blotchy and sticky from sputtering orange juice too. He glared weakly at Theo, who seemed to be absolutely thriving on this.

He didn’t even bother to hide his grin. “Y’know with the first proposal via text, I figured it may be a one-time thing, but then I got another one in person. You also were ready to proudly explain your whole sex life to the party. I did stop you though, so you can thank me later. And don’t even get me started on the hand-holding or cuddling. Thought you might suffocate me with how tightly you latched on during the night… A very cuddly little drunk you are, Dunbar.”

🏚 — 20 Questions

“My turn,” he continues, squinting toward the ceiling. “Okay… favorite color?”

Liam lets his head fall back against the wall and thinks for a second.. “Green, I guess.”

“Because of my eyes?” Theo smirks.

Liam’s ears turn red. “No! Because of…trees. Nature. Whatever.”

Theo chuckles, low and raspy.

“Next.”

“If you could change something in your past, what would it be?” As soon as the question leaves his mouth, Liam regrets it. Theo’s eyes widen and Liam can actually hear Theo’s pulse start going faster before Theo calms it with some breaths.

For a moment, both boys stare at each other. Then Theo looks away and replies, “Yeah, sure. I would have just let you get hit with those bullets. Would have saved me the time, sitting here.”

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